Puffs of Smoke Lost and confused, I light a joint; Minding over matter with no point. With the first suck of distress,
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
"Missing You" I get up every day and do all the things I have to do. I brush my hair and wash my face, and then I think about
Let me tell you what your heart is filled with. A murk of vengeance, that spoils the once white marbles of the clean slate,
I'm just a girl, Who lives by the world, I'm not normal, Now even special, A little bit psycho, A little bit weirdo,
It Ends It was all dark and white Burning my eyes and soul It was the dismissal of my existence In the face of life by all
I'm sorry. That I wasn't aware of your joyful existence. That I haven't given your potential many thoughts and time.
Poetry to all my lovedones if sun rise without me .. if flower is blossom without me if birds are left nest without me.
Beauty chime I know you've felt alone In between you and your melody. Unloving uncaring ungiving. The way the alarms sounds.
DELUSIONAL HUMANITY As life shows its light, The human kind keeps to write, In their mind and heart, you will be right,
BE GRATEFUL In a calm, under a roof day Though the tire d mind screams. I could feel myself breathe. Fresh air flowing through.
WEDNESDAY IN MAY On the pathways out the school gate one wednesday in May Two new scholars stood, each unaware of what started that day
MYSTICALS They speak heart to heart, As 'Mysticals' they are listed, So watch out the verses, Or the meanings might get twisted.
